If you follow my updates, you may expect a joke here. You may expect jibes and cuts and self-deprecation raining like so many misshapen cartoon cats and dogs. But no. There is nothing funny about this painting. Just look at her running mascara. Look at her sad molting wings. Just look at all that... black. To borrow eloquence from the poets of rock: Blacker than the blackest black, times infinity. How much more black could it be? The answer is none. None more black. That's right. This painting is serious. Seriously. If you laugh, baby Jesus gets beaten with a fat-man's belt. And all that skin-grease and salt make the welts sting extra bad.

You're not laughing. Good. But it won't be enough to get you into Heaven. Not after what you've done...

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Special thanks to photoscot [link] , betceemay [link] , and deathrockstock [link] for their inspiring reference.

I beg to differ in saying that this could be much blacker. For instance, all of the spots that aren't black could be made black to make it a completely black painting. Or she could be a black person, even so black that she looked like a drow.

~~ This is stunningly so correct. I cannot imagine the depths of sadness that an angel could feel. And what small moment could precipitate that. Great art I stumbled across and am now going to watch you. What depth in the piece and your comments. ~~